The Kinksters are Alright

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Reader discretion is advised. This story contains graphic content depicting violence which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons.

This story is so much different than the previous two that featured the same characters. It is kinkier, raunchier and darker. While it is fiction, I think the experiences these characters are having are more realistic. 

We’re dealing with young men who have been through a lot in their lives, so it is inevitable that there will be serious challenges and major difficulties as they grow. Jack has become so settled into his own happiness, that he doesn’t realize the pain and tension around him. 

Harrison and Aidan are moving toward major turning points in their lives. They will find themselves alienating each other and some folks around them. It will be dark. Ultimately, I think certain people always bounce back after they’ve hit bottom. 

Enjoy the story and please, send me your feedback or comment on the story. Thanks!

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Chapter 24

Rage

Harrison had opened up to Jack about his concerns regarding Aidan more than a month ago. Jack promised to talk to Aidan, but he kept dodging it. Instead, he continued getting fucked and fisted by him, even insisting on the threesomes they used to have. Despite Harrison's reluctance to keep this situation going, he went along just to please Jack.

With Jack frequently traveling to DC and NY, there were only a few nights for him and Harrison to spend time alone together. With CJ constantly present, Harrison hardly had any alone time with Jack. Harrison found himself feeling frustrated about the lack of quality time he could share with Jack. These frustrations pushed him toward two things - more sex, and more drugs. He even took time away from Jack to engage in these activities, something that he would never do before.

Harrison wasn’t unaware that his behavior was destructive. He maintained that he had it under control. Even so, he wanted to do better to further convince Jack that their relationship should just be between them. Since the big party, Harrison had consciously tried to spend more time with Jack and cut back on his hookups. While he still engaged in them, he made sure his time was devoted to Jack before anything else. However, with Jack's upcoming travels and their unresolved issues with Aidan, Harrison ended up back on his apps and with various reliable tricks more frequently.

Harrison had a busy month. He threw himself into work, putting in extra hours as a way to keep his mind occupied. He was still the office slut, though he’d been cutting back on that in an attempt to be more professional. He still had several encounters with his coworkers.

Every morning, he would start his day by giving Wesley a blow job. His love of cum kept him coming back for that, as well as repeatedly sucking off multiple architects and engineers in his department. His sexual relationship with Justin didn’t end, nor would it even when he and Jack resolved their issues. Two interns were occasional partners and he even got invited back to be with Faizan and his friends. 

The more exploits he had, the more times Harrison found himself in rather unpleasant situations. One of the interns he was fooling around with was particularly cruel to Harrison, dragging him into a stairwell after a late night in the office. With no one around, the intern saw an opportunity to abuse Harrison and he took it. Despite Harrison's resistance, the intern was physically dominant and roughed him up hard.

"Hey, fuck dude! Cut that fucking shit. You don't need to fuck me up!" Harrison shouted at the intern.

The intern was much bigger and much stronger than Harrison, grabbing him by his throat and forcing him up against the wall. "You can just shut the fuck up, faggot. I will toss you down these fucking stairs if you say another fucking word."

Harrison gave a nervous nod. The intern’s intimidating presence sent shivers down his spine. He pulled Harrison's belt off and used it to tie his wrists together tightly. He then secured Harrison to a nearby water pipe on the landing of the stairs, using his belt. To Harrison's horror, the intern started smacking him repeatedly and tearing off his clothes until he was mostly naked. Leaving Harrison hanging, the intern went to retrieve his gym bag. When he returned, he turned Harrison around and began striking him with some sort of paddle. Harrison despised this type of treatment and tried to protest, but the intern shoved his face against the cinder block wall, threatening to make things worse.

After a rough paddling, the intern switched to a flogger. "You have so many scars, sissy boy. You must get this a lot." He continued to whip Harrison without mercy, making his skin red and bruised from the repeated strikes. After he had enough of that, he forcefully grabbed Harrison and slammed him against the wall. With just some spit, he shoved his cock into Harrison's hole and roughly fucked him until he blew his load inside him. The intern was truly ruthless, flogging Harrison just a little more before finally untying him and letting him fall to the floor. Just to be an even bigger dick, the intern gave Harrison a swift kick before he stormed off.

This unexpected incident ruined Harrison’s plans for the evening. He had originally planned to meet up with a guy he met on Grindr on his way home, but he was too sore. Harrison took the rest of that night off. He was pissed that this guy thought he could get away with that. He wasn’t into that kind of rough sex and seriously disliked the pain it caused. 

Harrison would have the last word, though. He told Justin and Wesley what happened. That intern was quickly out of his very high paying job and would likely never work in the region again. Getting fired from Jack Holden’s firm was essentially blacklisting someone from future prospects. 

Despite recurring incidents like this, Harrison didn't stop seeking out more and more sex. One day, it would be a threesome with two regulars at the apartment in Chicago. Another day, it would be a guy from out of town he found on Scruff fisting him. Rarely was it just one hook up in a day, it was usually three or four - or more. This was on top of his regular sex with Jack, CJ, the professor, and Chandler and Finn. He and Aidan were on a hiatus while they were having issues.

During a three-day trip that Jack was on, Harrison had sex 11 times with 8 different men. CJ got in on one encounter where they were both spitroasted by two black guys. Harrison indulged his scat fetish as well, many times with CJ or with CJ joining him and someone else. 

The need for sex only intensified, leading Harrison to engage further in drug use, especially when Jack wasn't around. Harrison loved ecstasy the most, though he regularly used meth, cocaine, and GHB. He was continually tempted to try other things. Unfortunately, this only fueled his insatiable need for sex and increased his willingness to do anything and anyone. Harrison, usually selective about who he played with, started getting into more questionable situations with men who he should have avoided.

Just before Jack was returning home from a trip, Harrison and CJ were playing around. When they were done, they chatted a bit.

"How many guys have you been with, Harry?"

"Like ever? I have no fucking clue.”

“No, I mean during this trip. Jack was gone like, what? Three days?”

“How the fuck do I know? I lost count after...I don't fucking know...50?"

"Harry! Are you serious? FIFTY GUYS?!?! That's cray! And totally fucking dangerous!"

"Look, I don’t need this shit from you too. Please, don't be a fucking pain in my ass like Calista. Why do you care how many guys I fuck around with?"

"Sorry, Harry. I…um…worry? I saw one guy, he was gross! Is it the drugs? Are you like, hooked on drugs? I don't like you when you're on that stuff. You’re different. You’re not my Harry anymore.”

“I was never yours. I know what the fuck  I’m doing, Ceej. I’m good. I haven’t done anything since yesterday.”

CJ might have been a little naive about some things, but he knew that it was too easy to get hooked on the drugs Harrison was doing. Even though Harrison was allegedly sobering up, he decided he didn’t want to be around him anymore. He hated to leave and go off to his apartment to be alone, but he also hated to see his best friend acting so reckless. “I'm going to go back to my place. Have a good night, Harry. Say hi to Jack."

"Fine, fuck off. Gives me time for another dick or two or four before Jack gets home."

Harrison probably didn’t realize it, but he seemed to be on a path of self-destruction.

***

More than a month since the party, Aidan and Dillon were inseparable. They didn't want to put a label on things, but they were essentially dating. They went on hikes, cooked meals, watched movies, listened to music, and spent countless hours talking. And of course, there was the incredible sex they were having, which brought them even closer.

It seemed as if Dillon had tamed the beast that was Aidan. He had not only calmed him down in general, but he'd gotten him to not be so rough and violent during sex. Not that he minded a little aggression from the very sexy boy, he just didn't want it to be so angry and painful. He adored seeing Aidan's gentle side and strongly believed that was the true essence of the person behind the angry facade.

Dillon did his best not to fall for Aidan, but he couldn't deny that he had strong feelings for him. He was going to stick with things to see if this softer side of Aidan was sustainable, or just a fluke. So far, things were going smoothly and Dillon felt hopeful that he had finally found someone to pursue a more serious commitment with.

Likewise, Aidan was falling for Dillon, which only added to the tangled mess of emotions he had for Jack. He tried his best to treat Dillon with care and affection, hoping their relationship could work out. He liked the idea of them being together so much, he accepted that he had to let Jack go, though he would never fully let go of Jack.

Unfortunately, Aidan wasn't being entirely truthful with Dillon. He only went to one therapy appointment and blew off the rest, though he keeps telling Dillon that he's going every week. He still pursued his sexual exploits, abusing his partners along the way. With the campaign becoming imminent, he quit dancing and stopped visiting the bath house. That didn't mean he wasn't finding sex partners, he just had to be more discreet. He had a phone full of numbers and still had people chasing him down.

It was like he was going through withdrawal. He was trying to limit himself to Dillon, and occasionally, Jack, Harrison or even CJ. However, he still sought out sex. Aidan simply couldn’t function without an excessive amount of sex. His anger and aggression issues had only gotten worse and he was more and more aggressive sexually, something Jack or CJ didn't mind. Harrison had called him on it, but he would simply ignore him. After more than a month, he was doing very well with Dillon, but he still struggled. 

Something in him wanted to break Dillon, to see him crumble under his control and suffer. It was like he couldn’t accept how nice Dillon was and how sweet he could be. Aidan couldn't explain this desire, especially since he truly believed himself to be falling in love with Dillon. But still, these violent urges towards him persisted. Dillon always seemed so content and collected, and it drove Aidan crazy.

They were having dinner at Dillon's small, modest apartment. It was a little more than a week before the campaign announcement. Aidan was in a mood and the liquor he was drinking didn’t help calm him down but made his anger worse. 

Dinner was uneventful. They talked about the campaign and how excited they both were. Aidan shared how much he appreciated Jack making this happen for him. That may have been the trigger for something darker. As the evening wore on, Aidan was having trouble staying focused. He kept drinking, thinking that would help. It didn't.

He found something captivating about Dillon, he was handsome, intelligent, and adorably innocent. At that moment, something about that made him want to break that innocence. It bothered him that someone was able to get to him that way, that someone could make him feel vulnerable. Aidan had yet to share his largely unaddressed trauma of being raped when he was younger. After all of this time, Calista is the only one he’s told.

He felt something shift in him, his anger turning into dark arousal. Aidan's mind wandered off to dark places, he was getting hard, imagining Dillon on his knees, begging Aidan to stop violating his throat. Aidan closed his eyes for a moment, inhaled a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. When he opened his eyes, Dillon was staring back at him, concerned.  

"Hey, are you ok? You've been a little off all night."

Aidan got up and walked around the room, pacing as he was wont to do, trying to contain his feelings. "I'm fine, really I am. Just nervous about...um, next week."

"Yeah, I get that. Stop worrying, you're going to be amazing. You are ready for this. You got this. Jack and Blaze have your back, too."

That didn't sit well at all. Aidan was still distraught about things with Jack. "Yeah, yeah...you're right." He paced some more

Dillon knew a lot about Aidan at his worst, so much so, he tried to stay away from him initially. However, he was constantly drawn to him. In DC, at the party and since then, he'd experienced what he believed to be the true Aidan. Someone sweet and thoughtful, someone passionate and sensual.

“I'm sorry, Aidan, what’s up?” Dillon asked more seriously, "something's wrong. I can feel it." 

Aidan was standing above Dillon, sitting on the couch. He smirked while staring down at him.  

“You’re really dumb, aren’t you?” Aidan laughed. Dillon was shocked by his mean words. 

“What the fuck was that for?” Dillon scoffed as Aidan sat down next to him, very close. He ignored Dillon's words, his eyes in a steely gaze as they trailed down his frame and back up.  

Dillon felt a little uneasy. He started to get up, but Aidan tugged his arm, forcing him to sit back down. “Aww, where the fuck are you going? Relax, I was just having fun” The look in Aidan's eyes scared Dillon. 

“Aidan! You really should go. This isn't going to go there. No fucking way. You can take your attitude elsewhere. You're not doing this to me!” Dillon tried to stay calm, fearing that he could make things worse if he pushed too hard. Tears formed in his eyes as the disappointment set in. Perhaps Aidan wasn't evolving after all. 

“Nah. I'm gonna stay, I wanna talk.” Aidan now had one hand on Dillon's arm and the other on his shoulder, much too close to his neck. 

Panic started to kick in. “Aidan. Please. Don't do this. I...I want us...oh fuck. Please don't ruin what we have!" 

Aidan laughed. "What we have. That's fucking rich. What do we have?" Aidan leaned in further, pushing Dillon back. "This bullshit sounds like you're asking to get fucked.” His hand moved from Dillon's arm to his thigh. 

Dillon tried to move away from his touch only for his hand to grasp him even harder. Aidan was the stronger one. "Dillon, please." Aidan just moved closer. 

“Admit it, you want to be my fucking slut." He said with an eerie calmness in his voice. "You're like the rest of the sluts out there. Pretending to want it so nice. So fucking gentle. 'Ooooh, don't hurt me!' But you want to get fucking taken. You want me to fucking own you."

Dillon tried to push him away. “Fuck you asshole!” He shouted. Aidan didn’t move, his bright blue eyes got dark as he pushed Dillon back onto the couch with both of his big hands on Dillon's throat. He was so much bigger than Dillon, his frame towered over him. 

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that, you hear me?” Aidan squeezed Dillon's throat. He tried clawing his hands to get Aidan to let go, but to no avail he kept squeezing. “Answer me bitch,” he said calmly. Dillon's tears were flowing freely now. This had escalated further than ever and he was legitimately afraid of Aidan. 

"Y-y-y-y-es. I am y-y-y-your s-s-slut." Dillon thought he should say whatever Aidan wanted. Maybe he'd ease up and end this madness. Aidan moved his hands, letting Dillon breathe. Dillon tried to catch his breath.   

“Just for being a fucking bitch, now I'm going fuck your little disrespectful mouth!”

“God damn it Aidan! Please don’t do this!” 

With one hand to keep Dillon in place, the other hand slid his sweats down. Dillon didn't want this to happen. He knew he couldn't look at Aidan the same way after this. He tried to push away again. “No…” he started to protest, Aidan was too strong, too in control. He brought his monstrous hard cock close to Dillon's face, smacking him with it. Dillon felt like he was just hit with a baseball bat.

“Now open your fucking mouth.” When Dillon doesn't comply, a hard slap hits his cheek, making Dillon cry out. “Fucking open up!” Dillon did as he was told. Aidan smiled down at him.  

Aidan forced his cock down Dillon's throat, causing him to gag at the harshness of his beast hitting the back of his throat. Aidan pulled Dillon's hair in his fist, gripping it painfully as he pulled him fast and hard on his length. Aidan let out a sinister moan at the sensation of Dillon's mouth on his cock.  

Dillon's face was a mess of tears and spit. After Aidan gave a few more thrusts, he pulled out of his mouth, saliva connecting Dillon's lips to Aidan's wet cock. Dillon just whimpered under him, his stomach aching with a lewd feeling. As much as he hated Aidan in this moment, his body couldn’t help but heat up from his dangerous touch. Maybe he wanted this after all. He quickly pushed that thought from his head.

“Please let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone. I promise. We'll just forget this happened.” Dillon tried to reason with the angry boy, his voice shaking.  

“I'm not done.” Dillon became even more upset, why was Aidan doing this to him? He was falling in love or so he thought. Dillon just cried.

“Dudes are so fucking sexy when they cry.” Aidan kissed Dillon's lips hard as he could manage, moving his hands down and unbuttoning his jeans. He then pushed them down. He harshly shoved Dillon's legs up over his head. Annoyed and afraid, Dillon just looked away. Aidan grabbed his chin to force Dillon to look at him. "Don't you turn away, slut!"

Aidan forced two fingers into Dillon's clenched hole. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, kissing him again before he moved his lips to kiss all over his neck and chest. Dillon's eyes rolled back in his head. He was feeling very conflicted. Aidan was doing things that he liked, things that made him feel good. He was also hurting him and making him fearful.

Aidan fucked Dillon hard with his slender fingers. After a few minutes, Dillon crashes back to reality, feeling him slowly pull his fingers out. He had his hard cock right at Dillon's entrance, rage was all over his face. “I am going to fuck you so god damned hard.” 

“Wait...no!” Dillon screamed when Aidan's hard cock made its way into his hole with no time to adjust to his size. Aidan held Dillon so close, like he couldn’t bear to be apart from him. 

“Tell me you like it, tell me!” Aidan shouted as he slammed harder. Dillon's mind went fuzzy from the pain and building pleasure. He wanted to scream and fight him, but his body was betraying him, telling him something completely different. 

Aidan's eyes were glossed over, lust washed over his features. This was not going to end until he wanted it to. Dillon bit his lip trying to suppress the moans he isn't want to give Aidan the satisfaction of hearing. Again, trying to appease him, Dillon looked into his eyes and whispered, 

“Yes Aidan, I like it.”

His pace sped up at Dillon's words. Aidan hooked his arms under his knees to get himself even deeper. “I could fuck you for fucking days at a time.” Aidan breathed into Dillon's ear. He shuddered at his words, fearing that he had no intention of stopping and knowing full well that he had the stamina to go as long as he wanted. 

Dillon couldn't control himself any longer. Despite how much this was hurting him, it was also arousing him like he'd never felt before. His mind was swirling from the orgasm building up. Dillon finally clenched hard around his cock and began cumming like a geyser. He bit his lips, shaking from the release. 

“Oh FUCK! You little slut,” Aidan looked amused and proud of himself. He had brought Dillon to climax doing exactly what he was told to never do. “You’re a fucking slut who likes getting fucked rough. Trust me, Dillon, I can keep making this happen.” Aidan kissed Dillon hard, getting lost in his rough thrusts chasing his own release. “Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

Aidan pumped a few more times into Dillon, his seed filling him up. He held still for a few moments before pulling out. Dillon quickly pushed him off and stood up. Still scared and confused, Dillon knew their relationship was about to change drastically.

"You need to get the fuck out of here, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Dillon yelled. 

"You know you..." Dillon cut Aidan off with a hard smack to his face.

"Not another fucking word! GET OUT!"

***

The day finally came for Aidan to make his big announcement. Blaze flew into town and helped pull everything together. Jack made all of the necessary connections and a campaign was born. Because Jack was behind this, the most important people showed up to offer their support. Aidan was initially upset that he was having so much success only because of Jack’s involvement. He really wanted to do this on his own. Blaze helped convince him otherwise.

“Look, it would take you years to build up the credibility you have right now thanks to Jack. In this business, having serious connections matters. You will build your own reputation over time, but right now, you might as well take advantage of who and what Jack is and let his influence set you up for success.”

“Yeah, I guess so. It just feels like I’m only getting this because of him, and not because anyone actually gives a shit about me.”

“You are getting this because of Jack, and actually, all of these people give a shit about you because of Jack. Stop wallowing and be the fucking alpha you claim you are. Go out there and blow them away with your skills.”

After the party leader spoke, the retiring senator introduced Aidan. For possibly the first time in his life, Aidan was nervous. It took him a minute to get going. He looked out over the crowd and saw Jack, along with Harrison, Blaze, CJ and Justin. Dillon wasn’t there due to still being mad at him for what he had done just a few days ago. He then turned and saw his mom standing just off stage. She nodded and blew him a kiss. That was all he needed. Once he got started, he caught fire and completely impressed the crowd. Jack shed a few tears of pride. Even though he’d done this dozens of times before, this time it was extra special. 

Aidan was pumped. He took questions and then the event was over. He stuck around and talked to everyone who wanted to meet him. Usually, Jack or Blaze would pull their candidate out of something like this. Jack had other ideas.

“Jack, shouldn’t we go rescue him?”

“He doesn’t need rescuing and he’s doing exactly what he needs to. This is what I want him to be known for, being accessible. The more he talks, the more they love him. This one is going to be a little different from the others.”

“Ok, I get it.” Blaze paused for a second, then turned to Jack, “and this is not because he’s fucking you, right?”

“I make a lot of decisions based on who is fucking me, but putting Aidan front and center like this isn’t one of them.”

“I trust you, Jack. Sooooo, I’ll see you at my hotel tonight?”

“You will. Harrison said it was so rare to have you here that you deserved a treat.”

“Isn’t he special? I have a lot of pent up energy, I hope you’re ready for me.”

“I am always ready for you, Blaze. Oh, and don’t forget our meeting with Wagner later.”

“Oh fuck. Do I have to put out for him?”

“I think you’re able to tell him to fuck off at this point. You don’t owe him anything.”

***

Wagner didn’t make the meeting with Jack and Blaze after all. They had a great dinner together where Jack gave Blaze some big news. In his continued movement toward retirement, he was turning the entire political firm over to Blaze.

“I’m not going away completely, this is how I got started. But, it is all yours. You’ve earned this. I think you’re actually better than I am at this.”

Blaze sat there, dumbfounded. He was overwhelmed by it all and had no idea what to say. He started to tremble and began to cry. Jack reached over and put his arm over his shoulder to comfort him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Blaze finally was able to speak. “Jack. You can’t be serious. Why me? There’s people on the team who have been there fucking forever. Why would you give your baby to me? I don’t fucking deserve this, Jack.”

“Stop. You do fucking deserve this. Sure, there are lots of people who have been there longer, but no one is capable of running the firm. Ever since you told me you wanted to learn this business, you have impressed me with how good you are at it. You are a natural. Yeah, you are me, only way better. Blaze, you are going to do amazing things. You will have the power to make things happen, to fix things, to have an impact on people’s lives. You will get to make things better. Nobody deserves this more than you.”

“I can’t stop shaking. You’re not going anywhere, right? You’ll be here for me? This is a fucking lot. A whole fucking lot. I’m fucking scared out of my mind.”

“I am not going anywhere. I love this business and I plan to still have some role, just not a major role. I will be working for you now. It is a lot and it will be tough and stressful and fucking crazy. You can do it.”

They left dinner and hung out at the bar in Blaze’s hotel for a few more hours, talking about this big transition. As they talked, and drank, their physical attraction to each other began to drive their actions. Blaze was leaning into Jack, resting his hands on his thighs. They knew where the night was headed, they had determined that much earlier in the day. The conversation moved into their unusual relationship and feelings for one another.

"I have become so much like you, Jack. I don’t mean in the professional sense, I mean it as in who I really am. I want to feel pain. Real fucking pain. Do you know what I mean? It scares me. I don’t know if I can do what you do and still run the firm.”

“I do know what you mean. It has scared me for years. I almost lost it all more than once by being stupid. You should do and feel anything you want. I know you can handle it. Trust me, Blaze, you’re way smarter than me. The fact that you’re thinking about it means you can handle it.”

“I don’t know how you did it. It is so fucking…um…inconguent! How about that for a fancy word?” 

“Strong vocabulary is very sexy.”

“Jack, how did you let yourself do the things you did without worrying that it would all go wrong?”

“I wanted it to go wrong. We’ve talked about this. For most of my life, I’ve had a death wish. I was too weak to do it myself, so I kept putting myself in dangerous situations. Amazingly, here I am. Happy and wanting to live. I still love the way it feels to be on that edge, to be beaten within an inch of my life, to feel all the pain. The difference is, I want to live through it to see another day. I’m hopeful that this is the one thing that you will never be like me.”

“I don’t think I want to die. No. I know I don’t want to die. I do want to go to that fucking edge though. I want to feel the kinds of things I’ve done to you. No one will do it. At least no one that I trust."

"Garrett won't do it, huh?"

"Fuck no. It triggers his PTSD. Charlie isn't capable. Your pathetic ass certainly can't do it. I'm not fucking into Justin or his crazy boyfriend."

"You like Aidan. He's capable. It won't be the same as you and me, but he has it in him. There's a very dark side to that boy and it is controlling him right now."

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” 

"Nothing at all. In many ways, you're just as pathetic as you think I am."

"Fuck you.” His voice cracked, “If I told you what goes through my mind, what I think about doing to you. It's fucking sick Jack.” 

"It isn't anything that hasn't gone through my mind…been my fantasy. I want it anymore, because I actually don't want to die anymore. But, I've played the scenario through in my head - with you - dozens of times. I am sad to say, I still get off on the fantasy."

"Please don't tell me this, Jack. I don't want to go there."

"You won't. I know you won't."

"I'm afraid I will. I've lost control before."

"I trust you."

***

Blaze escorted Jack to his hotel room and held the door open for him. As they entered, Blaze grasped Jack's hair and forcefully pulled him to the floor before shutting the door behind them.

They stripped off their clothes, Blaze's aggressiveness always driving Jack wild. It had been a while since they had a rough encounter, trying to maintain a more civil relationship between them. But neither of them could resist any longer and their passion took over.

Blaze struggled to suppress his violent side. He needed an outlet for that energy. Jack was the only person who could satisfy his twisted desires and handle what he would put him through.

Despite his strong desire for it, Jack too had been suppressing the need to be beaten and abused. He constantly craved the intense pain that came with it, but couldn't have it. Dr. Tern and his therapist advised him to fight these urges for his own well-being. Harrison was not interested in hurting him. Aidan, on the other hand, pushed these boundaries. He usually held back, but had been going further and further into the darkness. However, it was Blaze who could truly give Jack what he needed.

With Jack lying on the floor, Blaze dropped down on one knee, pressing it against Jack's chest. He glared down at Jack and snarled, "You're twisted, Jack. A real fucking weirdo." Blaze spit on Jack's face before grabbing his chin tightly. Jack reflexively opened his mouth, and Blaze drooled a large glob of saliva into it. With a firm grip on Jack's head, Blaze stared him down, making sure he couldn't move.

Blaze's mind was in turmoil, torn between his dark desires, his fears, and his love for Jack. He had a strained expression and let out a heavy sigh, "I can't believe we're going to do this again."

“Don’t you want to?” Jack breathlessly responded.

Blaze was overwhelmed by a mix of intense emotions, ranging from sadness and fear to anger and love. He sat still, unable to tear his gaze away from Jack. In a calm and quiet voice, he spoke his painful truth, "I'm a pathetic freak, just like you. You turned me into this." He continued to stare for a moment before reaching out to touch Jack's face, gently running his fingers through his hair and down his chin. His eyes filled with darkness as he brought both hands up to grip Jack's throat and gradually tightened his hold.

Blaze could feel a familiar emotion bubbling up inside of him, the same rage he had been suppressing for so long. He clenched his fists tightly around Jack's throat, cutting off his air supply and causing him to struggle for breath. Slowly, Blaze rose from the floor, lifting Jack off the ground by his neck. As they both stood there, he spit in Jack's face once more before violently throwing him onto the bed. Instead of cowering in fear, Jack met Blaze's aggression with a seductive gaze and a wicked grin, almost goading him to hurt him.

“We're both deranged, aren't we?” He jumped onto the bed and drove his knee into Jack's balls, causing him to cry out in pain. "I want to see you suffer." Blaze stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. They were chaotic, torn between wanting to harm Jack, love Jack, and being afraid of his own actions. He decided against suffering and opted to make Jack feel good. “I can’t go there, Jack. Not today. Not after what you fucking did. I’m still gonna fucking hurt you, but not the way I really want to. Maybe someday I will get to do the fucking horrible things I want to. Maybe.” Jack said nothing, actually relieved by Blaze’s decision. 

Uncertain about what his next move should be, Blaze forcibly flipped Jack over and gazed at Jack's ass, something he found great pleasure in using. “This fucking ass. This mother fucking amazing cavernous ass.” With his fingers, he spread apart Jack's cheeks and slicked up his hole with spit. Then, he shoved his fingers in and stretched the opening wider. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand.

Jack's asshole was slightly puffy and textured with the signature look of an ass that was very well used. It was loose and slack, and it was clear that Blaze could shove anything he wanted into it without much effort at all. Blaze made sure to squeeze a generous helping of lube over it. The lube rolled down and would have dripped onto the bed had Blaze not gotten right to work.

Blaze wasted no time with unnecessary foreplay and teasing. He knew he could go straight to the main event. With a swift motion, he inserted four fingers into Jack's hole, quickly followed by his entire fist. There was little resistance, making it easy for Blaze to push inside. He slid down to his wrist and pulled back just as quickly, causing Jack to gasp.

Aware that he didn't have to be extra cautious, Blaze quickly buried his hand deep within Jack's rectum and then jerked it right out. He started moving in and out at a quick pace, not quite fully penetrating. Jack's eyes shot open as he let out a moan of ecstasy. His body shuddered with pleasure and he winced slightly from the delightful throbbing sensation in his ass.

Blaze coated his hands and Jack's entrance with more lube before continuing. He swiftly plunged his entire hand inside. He then skillfully manipulated it, stretching and opening it as he explored the inner walls of Jack's gaping chute. He shoved his other hand in and joined them together, thrusting deeper, twisting both hands in a synchronized motion.

Jack let out a sound that resembled a bark as Blaze forcefully pulled his two hands out at the same time. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain, causing Jack to cry out. Without hesitation, Blaze thrust his fist back inside, reaching past the wrist with a wet, squelching noise and eliciting more moans from Jack. He didn't stop there, pushing and stretching at Jack's canal, while Jack grunted his approval as he accepted the rough fisting from Blaze.

With a quick and forceful rhythm, Blaze started using both hands to penetrate Jack with relentless force. He switched back and forth between left and right, twisting and pushing deep, never slowing down. This was an intense and merciless fisting, as Blaze overpowered Jack's ass with each thrust. It was unrelenting and painful. Blaze didn't hold back as he ravaged Jack's ass, continuing longer than either of them could count. 

Blaze paused, digging his fingers into Jack's loose hole as he pulled it apart. He spit into the gaping opening and pushed his hands in deeper, stretching him further. Jack grimaced and squirmed, muffling his cries of pain. Blaze’s roughness was not only hurting Jack, it was pushing him to a state of uncontrolled arousal. Finally, Blaze withdrew his hands and Jack's swollen and red rosebud emerged from its depths, bigger and more impressive than it had ever been.

Blaze added even more lube before pulling Jack's ass up and aligning his fist with its target. With a tight fist, he pushed inside until his elbow was fully submerged. Once inside, Blaze began a rapid series of shallow thrusts, with little to no breaks in between and powerful force behind each punch.

Blaze switched to his other arm and delivered deep, harsh blows that left Jack gasping and staggering forward. But Jack managed to push back just in time for the next strike. The pace picked up quickly, with an increased intensity as Blaze alternated between hands. As one hand struck, the other was already preparing for the next blow. Blaze's coordination was flawless, leaving barely a second for Jack to catch his breath. Each punch pounded against his prostate and pulled on his rings until any resistance faded away. There was no desire or need to slow down anytime soon.

It didn't take long for Blaze to see the pink flesh of Jack's insides. His hole was coated in slick lube and visibly stretched from the rough treatment. This only fueled Blaze's desire, prompting him to switch back to using one hand and delivering shorter, sharper punches that didn't penetrate as deeply. He kept up a constant barrage, with no pause between each strike.

Jack's grunts and wails grew louder, almost as loud as Blaze's growls in response, almost drowning out the slick sounds of their intense fisting. Jack's cries became more fervent, building with excitement until he finally climaxed with spasms of pleasure.

As Jack reached his climax, Blaze continued his punching. Without touching himself, Blaze soon shot stream after stream of cum all over Jack's ass and just about everywhere it could have ended up. Once he finished, he stopped punching and collapsed onto the bed next to Jack. He ran his sticky hand through Jack's hair, soaked with his cum.

"How was that, Jack?" 

"Fucking intense...painful...really fucking painful...fucking incredible. You ready to do it again?" 

"My arms are a little tired, you insatiable fucking weirdo. Don't worry. I will keep destroying your hole tonight. You're gonna be feeling it for days."

"That didn't go where I thought it would."

Blaze smiled. He learned down and whispered in Jack’s ear. “You know how much I love you Jack. I needed to hold back. Those dark fucking thoughts...they want to take over. I can't let them. I won't do what they want. I’m stronger than them."

"Control is good sometimes. We have a campaign to run. I can't do that from the great beyond."

“I need this as much as you do, Jack. I need someone to hurt me like this. I must be as fucked up as you are.” He kissed Jack on the lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth.

"You definitely are."

Blaze rolled onto his back and put his hands over his face. He lifted them away and looked over at Jack. "Aidan, huh?"

***

Aidan had just gotten home from fucking a random dude he picked up on Halstead. He was lying in bed, languidly dragging his hand up and down his cock. His thoughts were possessed with images of Jack. He knew the end of their contrived threesome relationship was imminent. As he predicted, he was going to be the one who got hurt. The Chicago apartment was quiet, it was late. Aidan was lying in bed. He imagined Jack lying between his legs, kissing his cock from the tip to his balls, flicking his tongue over the most sensitive spots. He hated how Jack still consumed his thoughts almost every day - even as his feelings for Dillon became stronger.

Of course, he had really messed things up with Dillon just the week before. He called and texted, but Dillon didn’t answer. He wanted to apologize, but he was also still furious that Dillon just kicked him out. His arrogance made him refuse to admit he was wrong, he was convinced that he gave Dillon what he ultimately wanted. Perhaps one of Aidan’s biggest problems was that he always thought he was giving people what they wanted because he knew he was heavily desired. Anger issues weren’t the only thing making a mess for him.

As he thought about Jack, he stroked harder, his thoughts overflowing with taking Jack away from Harrison and so he could be his and his alone.  

Aidan felt like he was wedged in a situation he couldn't get out of. It made him angry to think about his situation with Jack. At one time he had a strong connection with Harrison, he even thought about being with Harrison as more than just a friend or a fuck buddy. Now, he bitterly resented Harrison. He didn’t hate him, but the relationship had deteriorated considerably. Thinking about Harrison made him more angry, he stroked even harder. 

Aidan imagined Harrison’s eyes wet with tears as he forced himself deep into his throat. He held a strong grip on his hair, keeping him in place, his stride speeding up ready to release. The image of Harrison looking up pathetically, nervously, makes him explode, panting hard as he shoots a massive load. He was still not satisfied. He took a strong edible and passed out,

The next morning gave Aidan the opportunity he needed. Aidan had a rare day off with no school or work. He was getting in his last chances to relax before he went into high campaign mode. He was lying on the couch, naked, listening to Miles Davis. He didn’t expect Harrion to be there since he spent most of his time in Milwaukee, avoiding Aidan, who spent his time in Chicago. He was chilling out with a joint and a neat Blanton’s. His female friend from the dorm, Caterina, was coming over later with her friends for a little afternoon sex party. 

Aidan was annoyed watching as Harrison walked into the apartment, barging in like he owned it, beaming with excitement for some reason. He wondered, “what the fuck does he have to be so bubbly about?” Harrison was excited because Justin told him that one of his project ideas was actually going to be built. Since Jack was working from his Chicago office that day, he thought it would be a nice idea to surprise Jack when he got home. He had planned on making him dinner and having a quiet night to themselves. Aidan, who was never around during the day, was not going to ruin those plans, or so he thought. 

“Hey fucker.” Harrison said smugly, as passed by Aidan, his eye catching the drink and the half smoked joint on the table. “Seriously, you’re drinking and smoking at 10:30 in the morning?” 

“It’s my last fucking free day before the campaign takes over my life. Why the fuck do you care? Are you upset there's no meth for you to snort?”

“God damn, you are such a fucking asshole. You always were, but you just keep getting worse. Why the fuck are you even here? Don’t you have a shitty dorm room to jerk off in?”

“Don’t you have another luxury fucking penthouse to be in? You know, IN ANOTHER FUCKING CITY.”

“Jack is in Chicago today and he’s meeting me here tonight. We have plans, so I suggest you find somewhere else to fuck around.”

“Maybe I will just invite myself to your fucking plans.”

“I don’t want you here. Be gone by five.”

“I’ll bet Jack will want me here.”

“When are you going to realize, you and Jack are done! You’re not a part of this anymore. Sorry! You fucking lose! You can’t have Jack. No Jack Holden for you.” As fast as Harrison said that he realized it was cold. Before he could attempt to take it back, Aidan rose from the couch and lunged in front of Harrison, blocking him from moving. He took an aggressive stance as if he wanted to fight. 

Harrison’s comment stung and made Aidan instantly sad, which he very quickly processed into anger. “Wow. Holy fucking shit. You little douchebag. How fucking dare you mock my feelings for Jack. That was fucking low. Even I wouldn’t be that fucking mean. And you’re supposed to be such a good little boy.” He fought off tears and intensified his angry stare. 

Harrison knew that comment was harsh, but wasn’t willing to apologize just yet. He just wanted Aidan to leave him alone. “Get the fuck out of my way, asshole.” Aidan only toughened his stance. Uneasiness rushed over Harrison, he took a deep breath, not wanting to engage. Aidan was far stronger than him and he knew an altercation would end in his favor. Aidan stomped his foot as he jerked forward. Harrison recoiled. “Please fucking move.” He really didn’t want to face the darkness that is Aidan DeMarco.

“You just gonna stand there looking fucking stupid?” Aidan stared Harrison down as he shifted his feet, trying to will himself to move. “Or are you going to do something about me? I’m in your fucking way. Fucking move me.” Aidan looked at him expectantly, like he was hungry, starving, in fact. Harrison quickly stepped back so he could dashpast him and go into the kitchen. He thought he escaped Aidan’s fury.

Harrison closed the fridge after grabbing a Red Bull. When he turned to leave the room, Aidan blocked him again, looking him up and down. His silence was more nerve wracking than if he were yelling at him. Harrison stood there trying not to react. The heat from Aidan’s naked body being so close was arousing Harrison. Since he and Aidan have been having issues, he and Aidan hadn’t fucked in a while. Aidan made Harrison very horny. He was the hottest boy he knew and sex with him was good, too good. He fought his lust for the angry boy who seemed to have ill intentions.

Every time Harrison tried to move, Aidan moved closer, eventually trapping him against the counter. Aidan’s body was pressing harder against him and Harrison felt himself getting worked up by even the slightest movements. He was dying to touch Aidan, but he resisted. He couldn’t give him that satisfaction. He couldn’t let Aidan have him. Not now.

“So, you see there is this conflict between us. We need to find some type of…resolution.” Aidan grabbed Harrison’s left arm while the fingers from his right lazily brushed from the collar of his blue striped polo shirt, down his other arm. He could feel the fear welling up in his stomach.

“Aidan.” Harrison said calmly as he tried to wriggle away.

“Oh, no. Don’t…” Aidan tightened his grip on Harrison’s left arm, digging his nails into his skin. He raised other hand to Harrison’s face and creepily caressed him, while he was staring into Harrison’s eyes. 

“OK, dude. Enough of this sh…” Harrison’s words were cut off quickly by Aidan roughly kissing him. “What the fuck…’’ Harrison barked as he went to push his aggressor back. “Get the fuck off me, you asshole!” he demanded, wiping his mouth.

Aidan looked at Harrison’s disgusted expression and laughed. “I know you are fucking thinking about me bending your pretty ass over this counter and fucking you senseless.” Aidan said crudely. He was very close to Harrison. Too close.

“What is your fucking problem?” Harrison spits out, anger lacing his words. He was confused, not understanding Aidan’s sudden rage. As much as he tried, he couldn’t budge at all. He couldn’t get away. “You’re acting fucking crazy Aidan!” 

Harrison was two for two. Aidan didn’t like being called crazy. His hand was tight on Harrison’s jaw in an instant. He let out a little squeak. “I’m not fucking crazy, you fucking crackhead!” Aidan yelled in Harrison’s face, spitting as he said his words. Harrison hated being yelled at. He’s afraid of what Aidan will do. Tears are forming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. Just stop, ok?” Harrison tried to utter, despite Aidan still having his hand on his jaw. 

“Aw you’re sorry?” Aidan mocks the pitiful apology. 

“You should be sorry. You walk around like you’re a big fucking deal. Like you were never a fucking worthless homeless loser. You don’t give a shit about anything or anyone but yourself. You don’t fucking deserve Jack Holden. You’d be fucking dead if Jack didn’t save your fucking ass. You’re a little fucking brat. A fucking meth-head slut!” Aidan's cruel words hit Harrison hard. They shot right through his heart. 

“That's not true! NOW GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Harrison pounded his fists into Aidan’s chest.

Aidan ignored Harrison’s plea. 

Harrison felt his hands move down his body. He tried desperately to free himself but couldn’t break away at all. ”How the fuck is he so god damned strong!” Harrison thought to himself. He was worried that Aidan was going to just do what he wanted, probably something painful. “What if he fucking loses control and kills me? Is he even capable of killing me?” Harrison worried.  

Aidan’s hands explored all over Harrison’s body. He roughly reached into his khakis. “Fucking slut. Hard as a fucking rock. You want me to fucking take you.”

“Aidan. Please. Stop this fucking madness. I don’t want to do this!” 

“You fucking like this. Having someone fucking own you, make you do shit you would never do. Oh, right. There isn’t much you wouldn’t do, is there? Fucking shit eating freak.” Aidan cocked his head and shoved his face into Harrison’s, nose to nose. Aidan was so close his breath made Harrison’s glasses fog up. He whispered crassly, “maybe we should get you a fucking dog.”

Harrison didn’t say a word. He was shaking, scared to death at Aidan’s crazed outburst. All he could think about was Jack coming home to his bloody body on the kitchen floor and Aidan calmly sitting on the couch smoking a joint and drinking bourbon with his blood stained hands, grinning like Freddy Krueger. “Aidan…” Harrison said, his voice quivering. 

Aidan said nothing. He instead responded by licking Harrison’s face. He then hooked his fingers in the sides of Harrison’s pants and roughly pulled them down along with his underwear, letting them pool at his ankles. He backed up a little, now tightly holding Harrison’s arms against the edge of the counter, taking a moment to stare at Harrison, shaking and sweating in front of him. Tears flowing from his bright gray eyes. 

Aidan was very into Harrison. He found the boy to be incredibly sexy, which broke from his usual attraction to older men like Jack. He loved sex so much with Harrison, that he was willing to bottom for him. He wanted to tear Harrison apart and make him squeal and cry. His gentler feelings are nonexistent at the moment. All he could see was his prey ready to be devoured. 

“You look so fucking good. You fucking tasty fucking piece of ass.” Aidan growled. He then frantically tore Harrison’s polo shirt down from the collar, ripping it in half and shoving it off his shoulders. He grabs Harrison’s nipples and tortuously twists them, squeezing them like his fingers are a set of pliers. Harrison yelped and jerked back, hitting his head on the cabinet above the counter. He tried to pull away, only making Aidan twist harder. Harrison’s cock raged, precum pouring from it, signaling his excitement, betraying his feelings of fear. Done with twisting, Aidan lowers his teeth to meet one of Harrison’s nipples. First grazing against it, then sucking hard on it, then biting down on it causing Harrison to scream at the sensation. He repeats it on the other side only rougher, biting harder, even drawing blood. Harrison screamed even louder.

“I knew it.” he breathed out like he was proud of his victim. “Turn around, little slut” he barked as he violently turned Harrison around and pushed him down onto the counter. Harrison’s glasses flew off his head as it knocked into the cabinet above. As he forces Harrison down onto the hard counter, Aidan knocks over some small appliance, causing it to fall to the floor and break into a bunch of pieces. 

Harrison tries to fight back, but Aidan is too powerful, fueled by his anger. He shoves his hand between Harrison’s legs and grabs his large, low hanging balls. He grasps them tightly and pulls, crushing them in his hand, pulling them down and twisting them. Harrison is screaming at the top of his lungs, begging Aidan to stop. With his other hand, he strokes his fingers on Harrison's hole. As Aidan uses his foot to push Harrison’s legs apart, he tries to close them and push away, but Aidan prevents him. 

“Aidan, wait please,” Harrison sobs, really not wanting to be raped by him.  “Please, not like this. Aidan!”

Aidan scoffs and smacks Harrison’s ass. “You’ve let half of Milwaukee rail you so fucking hard. Probably half of Chicago too. Now you don’t fucking like it? Fuck that.” Aidan shouted as he grabbed Harrison’s hair, pulling his head up. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

“Stop! That fucking hurts” Harrison pants, feeling overwhelmed by pain and pleasure, tears flowing down his face, snot dripping from his nose. Aidan just laughed. 

“Don’t you know I love to hear boys cry! Cry all you want, pretty boy. It's so fucking sexy!” Aidan groans, bringing his mouth over Harrison’s shoulder and biting unforgivingly, leaving a mark. Harrison screeches, squirming under him. Aidan kisses all over his neck and back, dragging his tongue over his skin, stopping to bite down every so often.

Aidan is lost in the pleasure of his assault, grabbing Harrison’s hair and pulling his head up. “Look at me. Now!” he commands yanking him by the hair even harder. Harrison avoids looking into his eyes. Aidan runs his tongue over Harrison’s face, then his lips, ever so lightly. He brushes his lips against Harrison’s before crushing them hard against his. With Harrison trying to reject this kiss, Aidan takes this moment to bury himself into him, no lube, no spit, just a little precum and the sweat on his crack. Aidan forced his dry cock into Harrison’s ass causing both of them excruciating agony. Ignoring the sharp pain, Aidan lets out a loud animalistic yowl and thrusts himself as hard as he could until he is deep inside. Harrison begged him to stop. Aidan just kept forcing himself inside. 

“Fucking Christ! You feel so FUCKING good! Too FUCKING GOOD!” Aidan yells in a raspy cheer. 

Aidan is relentlessly forcing his cock in and out of Harrison’s ass. He is using so much force, he has lifted Harrison off the floor, ramming his body against the counter’s edge, slamming his head into the wall, his hard cock banging into the cabinets. Aidan smashes Harrison’s face against the counter over and over, yanking on his hair and pushing him down, harder and harder. Harrison can feel the bruises forming. Aidan nuzzles his head into Harrison’s neck, biting him over and over. Harrison tries to push him off, just to breathe for a minute, but it’s impossible. Aidan is too far gone, it’s like trying to move a boulder.

Harrison flails his arms, kicking his legs. Nothing can stop his attacker. Aidan is too powerful, holding Harrison down and thrusting in and out of him. Harrison manages to reach Aidan’s hair and pulls on it. Aidan doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. He just groans louder while his hips rut into Harrison harder and deeper. 

“Fuck yes! Here’s your first load, faggot!” Aidan groans as he shoots his first load deep into Harrison’s ass, giving him some lubricant to keep fucking him. Aidan’s movements become more and more frantic, thrashing Harrison wildly, making him feel all kinds of pain, wrecking his body as he goes. Aidan is getting what he wants, he is making Harrison suffer. Harrison’s fight only makes his desire intensify. 

Harrison is crushed. Defeated. He can’t take much more. He’s losing to the intoxicating feeling of Aidan’s cock splitting him open. He reaches around and digs his fingers into any part of Aidan he can grab. Aidan brings his hands to Harrison’s neck, squeezing too hard, choking him. 

Aidan is frantic. He’s crossed over into being completely psychotic. Harrison knows the kind of stamina Aidan has. He fears that the adrenaline is making him even stronger. He is legitimately afraid of Aidan seriously hurting him, or worse. Aidan screams out, shaking Harrison’s head by his neck. 

“You fucking shit. You don’t fucking deserve Jack. You fucking don’t! JUST FUCKING GO AWAY!! HE’S FUCKING MINE!! This pain is all your fault! DON”T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM MEEEEE!!” Those words send icy chills through Harrison as he cries and pleads with him to pull out. He beats his hands on the counter top. 

Crazed tears run from Aidain’s piercing blue eyes. His rhythm gets sloppy as his second climax approaches. “I’m gonna fucking…” Aidan cuts off his own words as his body convulses. He can’t hold back any longer. “Fuck! FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCK!!” he screams as his hip jerks against Harrison and goes still inside him, his body shaking. Sweat is literally pouring from Aidan’s body, his breathing is labored, like he’d just run a marathon in under an hour. His hand is still around Harrison’s neck. 

When he finally let go, Harrison coughed horribly, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t get out from under him fast enough, finally pushing him away. An exhausted Aidan leaned up against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. He had a smug, gloating smile on his face.

Harrison was beyond furious. This felt worse than what he’d been through with Joshua. He still loved Aidan and thought they were just going through a rough patch that they’d recover from. He didn’t know if he could ever recover from being raped by someone so close to him, so important to him. He was angered by Aidan’s self-satisfaction, so he hauled off and punched Aidan in the face. Aidan put his hand up to the emerging bruise and laughed. 

Harrison screamed at him, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Like what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” He was seething, he had no more tears left, just anger. “You need help! YOU NEED FUCKING HELP? Do you hear me? You are out of your fucking mind.” Harrison hit Aidan again, much harder than before, causing him to cut himself inside his mouth and breaking his lip. Still hazy from his powerful orgasm, he took a moment to get his bearings. Blood was dripping from his lip. Harrison had gotten him good with the second shot. He licks his bloody lip and stands up, laughing. 

“Fuck you, Harry. Fuck, You.” Aidan smirked wickedly. “You are why I’m so fucking mad. You. You fucking piece of doped up shit. I can’t wait for you to overdose. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces, you fucking freak. Jack will be mine. I fucking promise. I. Fucking. Promise.” He spit at Harrison and walked away to take a shower. Before he set foot in the shower, he broke down and cried, overwhelmed by his actions.

Harrison was speechless. Stunned. He never expected Aidan to wish him dead. He was devastated. The fist he hit Aidan with was painfully throbbing. He dropped to the ground and cried uncontrollably for more than ten minutes. 

Harrison had to get out of there. He gathered up his clothes and texted for a car and then contacted his dealer. He couldn’t stop shaking. He was really freaked out. He needed something to take the edge off. He texted Jack and told him that he would be home late, giving him no reason for not being there when he got home. Harrison was heading out to get higher than he’d ever been.